"Free entrance at Frankenstein's laboratory, but not for everyone. The sensitive ones better stay away: Bolcher are two newcomers from Hamburg and they dare to rattle'n'roll like no one else. They laugh at all those fainthearted sissies standing around and waiting for some consonance to shine through, while this primetime-stomper filters its way to breakbeat-blackout, backed up by two hell-of-a-B-side-masterpieces, creating noisy mayhem and funky disaster. Everywhere they speak up. Bolcher don't give a damn about anaemic genrefication or lifeless nerdism, cause they wanna show off for real. This is music like some nasty car accident you always wanted to gaze at on TV, but never had the chance to."